poetry by j matthew waters

lilies of the field

little flower
do not grow old today
keep yourself firmly grounded
in the earth
and resist the temptation
to be cut
to be owned
only to be resold
little flower
do not weep today
but welcome the wonders
of the world
with open eyes
and open arms
reaching for the sun
little flower
do not die today
like those gone before you
in seasons past
beckoning you
flying past you
courtesy of the wind